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Wei Luobei lived in a small mountain village in the Greater Khingan Mountains in spring, where birds sang and flowers were fragrant, and the grass was lush. That year, Wei Luobei was only five years old.
Wei Luobei likes the season when all things grow – he likes to stroll by the unfrozen pond, sit quietly and see the lake surface as a mirror. Alternatively, he also enjoys watching birds and animals dart back and forth in the mountain village, pulling and clattering leaves, enjoying the vibrant atmosphere. Of course, more importantly, during this season, his father can accompany him to the fullest.
Wei Luobei’s father did not tell him about his job, but he had seen his father’s work clothes – blue clothes and pants neatly arranged, and a “wheat ear” hanging on his body. At that time, he only felt that his father was extremely handsome.
He asked his grandmother, “What is the blue shirt with a wheat ear hanging on it?”
Grandma smiled and replied, “That’s a magical garment that can talk to the ‘Mountain God’ and make the Mountain God protect us.”
Unfortunately, he didn’t believe this argument.
Wei Luobei doesn’t like winter because it’s a season of depression for all things, and he doesn’t like to see the withered leaves drifting. Of course, there is a more important reason – his father is so busy that only his grandmother is left to accompany him.
In most cases, the winter here is extremely cold. He could only stay inside the house, watching the snowflakes falling outside, listening to the crackling sound of firewood inside the stove, hoping that his father would come and pick him up.
When he eagerly anticipates his father’s arrival, he will excitedly jump up and jump into his father’s arms. And at this moment, Grandma would always breathe a sigh of relief and turn over a page of the calendar filled with crosses.
But at this moment, he could always smell a smoky and fiery smell on his father.
He would ask his father, “What kind of smell is this?”
My father always answers in a friendly tone, “This is the smell left by my colleagues and I during a barbecue together.”
Wei Luobei was angry and pounded his father’s chest fiercely. His father just hugged him tightly and remained silent
Just once, after his father left, he encountered a nightmare.
That day, a sudden and huge wall of pitch black smoke darkened the sky of the small mountain village. Under the smoke, it was the merciless flames that danced and connected in a circle, constantly approaching the mountain village.
Outside the house, people’s shouts echoed one after another, blending in with the cries of children. Wei Luobei looked out through the gate of the small courtyard, and people were running back and forth in a hurry. The iron buckets in each person’s hands collided with each other, making a jingling sound. He stayed in the house, trembling with fear.
Grandma kept patting his forehead to comfort him, “The mountain god will save us.”
At this moment, he could only pray from the bottom of his heart that his father could successfully find the mountain god to save him.
The final shout gradually calmed down, and he aimed towards the sky through the glass – the smoke wall also gradually dissipated.
At this moment, he noticed a figure limping into the door: a person wearing orange clothes, with a face covered in gray, dry.
He squinted his eyes and, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be his father.
At this moment, he was taken aback and suddenly understood who the “God of Mountains” was.